Page 79 of Scream For Me

Wes looks delighted as he leans in to kiss me passionately. His hands cup my cheeks and his tongue slides into my mouth, dancing with my own. I moan against his mouth, aroused within seconds. Everything feels like it’s gone back to normal again, even with our child forming as we kiss and an engagement ring sitting on our dinner table, waiting to be put on my finger. This is the moment every girl dreams of when they’re thinking of big white weddings and falling in love as children. Now that I get to live this for real, it’s better than I ever could have expected it to be.

When Wes pulls away from me, he reaches straight for the box and plucks the ring from it. I hold out my hand and find that I’m shaking in anticipation. Wes holds my hand still and slides the ring onto my finger, smiling to himself as he does. My heart is so full that it feels ready to burst. My new life is about to start with Wes, and I can barely believe my luck.

He doesn’t waste any time in sweeping me up off my feet once again. He growls to himself as he kisses me, holding me in his big arms and carrying me upstairs. I know now that we’re going to make love until the early hours of the morning. I have a show tomorrow. I should be getting some sleep.

But I’m definitely not going to complain.

I’m breathless and sweaty. We’ve been fucking for hours. Wes’ stamina tonight has been unreal, and we have been at it over and over again. We’ve fucked in the shower, on the kitchen counter, in the bed three times over in every position imaginable. I lie back on my pillow, completely naked as Wes’s fingers pleasure me, my hand on his cock.

“I’m going to cum,” he growls. I’m close too, shuddering in pleasure as he brings me to the edge for the umpteenth time.

“Yes baby, cum for me,” I beg him, opening my mouth to accept his final load. He thrusts his sexy hips one final time and he comes, his hot, salty load sliding down my throat. I groan and close my eyes as my orgasm sweeps over me for one final time. I buck against his hand, crying out loudly. I love that we can have sex every night and no one can hear our moans. Our closest neighbors are at least twenty yards away from the house. In here, we can be as loud as we want.

I lick my lips to taste him as Wes gets off the top of me and lies next to me, putting an arm behind his head and closing his eyes to catch his breath. In this moment of silence, I can’t help thinking about our journey to this point. These four months have been so intense. I’ve gone from an innocent little virgin to Wes’ little sex minx. We’ve tried everything together, and enjoyed every single second of it. We’ve become accustomed to each other’s company, and the lack of the company of others. I have a lot of friends at work, of course, but none of them have a part in my home life. We barely ever have guests over. It’s always just me and Wes. Since he left the business with my father, all of his old friends have disappeared. They were mostly clients, after all, and now, they’re no longer in business with him.

It makes me so sad. As much as I think my father disrespected me and Wes, I wish I could tell him about my huge news. My mother is going to be the first person I call and tell in the morning, and Poppy of course. But it feels wrong that my Dad won’t even know what’s going on in my life. Even though not much has changed in that respect, considering he didn’t give a shit about me for most of my life, I still feel as though he should know. I cradle my stomach. There are no signs of me showing yet, but I know that in eight months time, I’m going to have a real human life in my hands. I always imagined that the day I gave birth, my entire family would be around me. As terrible as he is as a father, can I really bear for him to miss out?

“He’s going to be a grandpa,” I whisper out loud.

“Who is?” Wes murmurs sleepily.

“My Dad…”

Wes sits up with a sigh, turning to me with a frown. “Really? You’re thinking of your Dad after what we’ve been doing?”

“Don’t be like that...I was thinking of the baby. I don’t want to have to explain to our child why they’ll never get to meet their grandpa. Do you think...well, I don’t know how you’d feel about this…”

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